Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.
To make advice agreeable, try paradox or rhyme.
I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.
Maxims are sharp-edged half-truths.
I want to appear ordinary, but I have it understood that I am not.
As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.